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lirik lagu the old school – seagram

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[verse 1: seagram]
1983 was when i stepped in the game
back then it was only about twelve known gangs
and i could name them all, n-gga on the real
6-9, stone city, 11-5, 23rd, sunnyside and brook-
field, can’t forget the high street bank boys
8-5, plymouth rock, seminary making much noise
acorns, bushrod, putting in work
these are real o-g turfs straight from the dirt
sh-t done changed, it’s 1994
and n-ggas claimin’ sh-t that i never heard of before
new booty n-ggas from these unknown places
ain’t from the days of world cups and ben davises
and derbies with your name on the back and pirate hats
with a gang of stars and falcon cars
you new age hustlers, fake–ss player haters
what about the days at the 4-star theater on a
sunday, or foothill square?
you probably never knew it was a skatin’ rink there
n-ggas wore they belt buckles to the back
5-0-1s saggin’, twenty deep on beach cruisers going to the east bay dragons
on a friday, to get into the mix
n-ggas was too young so them e-b-ds wasn’t havin’ it
f-ck it, ridin’ down east 1-4, smoking on a tailor finna go to mo
-jo’s and you can catch hoes throwing blows from every angle
that east side k!lla crew and them 6-9 angels
the days of the real livin’ by the rules
just a little somethin’ for my peoples from the old school

[chorus: gangsta p]
this is for my old school n-ggas
playin’ by the rules, perpetrators never equal to a real n-gga
i got my homie back and he got mine
but the days of wayback have p-ssed with time

[verse 2: seagram]
well, as the world turns
n-ggas went from french braids and plaits to wearing perms
and even jheri curls, some wore sh-gs, louisville
forestville, n-ggas pants still on sag
closed down foothill, too much sh-t was startin’
opened up another one called the roller garden
and you could catch n-ggas parked in winch-ll’s
listening to special request by $hort on “friends” instrumental
and when the week was over n-ggas wanna race
all the way down east 14th all the way to 98th
hit the gas, hit the brake, n-ggas couldn’t f-ck with mine
seven-trey chevrolet, three-way six by nines
pull up in a-m p-m, and let the music kick
fools chillin’ with they homies, or gettin’ at a b-tch
and if your b-tch as there, oh no, you couldn’t find her
motherf-ckers hanging out from big o tires to doggie diner
just a reminder for those who forgot
cause now the roller garden is the bayfair parking lot
but it don’t stop, still got the lucky lion
up and down 73rd you could catch n-ggas riding on
at denny’s, or a-m p-m, friend
n-ggas dippin’ so hard, f-ckin’ up they front ends
6-5 ‘stangs and them 6-8 cougs and them 7-3 chevs
riding on trues and vogues
and hoes, from corner to corner, lookin’ raw
crack hit the scene in ’84 was comin’ from panama
funktown, 7-7, 7-deuce and greenside
hit the map now it’s on like that
and fools went from trues to daytons
and from 6 by 9s to fifteens that got the whole town shakin’
a n-gga started having cabbage from slangin’ d
started dressin’ lavish, went from melrose to mr. z’s
and from [?] to [?] and from vogues to low pros
from hoodrats to skyline hoes
and ain’t no crips and bloods in oakland
fool that’s the rules just the n-ggas from the old school

[chorus]

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